Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 126

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Chapter 126

An assassin who attempted to poison Auriel, the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire.
I was confined to a room in the Annex under that charge. At least, thanks to Francesca’s vehement opposition to sending me to the Underground Prison, I was able to remain in the room.
Inside, I wiped away tears that had been streaming down my face for quite some time.
I didn’t understand why I was crying. I didn’t understand why my chest ached so.
No, more than that—I was frustrated to the point of madness not knowing what kind of relationship I had with this Auriel.
It was certain that Hallara, before I possessed her, knew him.
A close colleague? Or perhaps a lover?
If it were the latter, wouldn’t it be wrong to hand him poison and tell him to drink it?
‘If not, then why did he become the Black Knight in my place?’
You should figure it out. Remember.
I couldn’t exactly tell him I was a possessor.
‘And why did he drink the poison? Is he insane?’
A member of the Holy Church couldn’t possibly be in their right mind, but his actions were riddled with questions from beginning to end.
“Sigh.”
Having barely stopped my tears, I opened the window wide.
The cold breeze felt like it was dispelling the heat.
Then the door burst open and a Knight from the Northern Empire shouted.
“Are you trying to escape right now!?”
Honestly.
“No.”
“Someone trying to escape wouldn’t admit it. Close it at once!”
“This is the third floor. Even if I tried to escape, I’d break my ankle and couldn’t walk more than a few steps.”
“How dare a poisoner like you!”
“Wait!”
That’s when May squeezed through the Knights and stood before me.
“Sir Knight, you’re making a terrible mistake right now.”
“I made a mistake by stopping that poisoner from escaping?”
The Knight let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.
“My lady would never leave that window. She won’t run away either.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
At that question, May took a deep breath.
“Because my lady is pregnant!”
And she proclaimed it very loudly.
“Pregnant…?”
“Pregnant?”
The second question came from my lips.
Pregnant, she said.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Then go ask the Mother-in-law. Or, well, ask the Head Chef instead. The Head Chef knows that the lady is pregnant!”
At those words, the Soldier approached Hotsen with a suspicious expression, standing at a distance with concern.
In that moment, May examined me carefully.
“Oh my. Our lady. Your face is all bruised! You must have been terrified, weren’t you?”
Watching May’s exaggerated reaction, I realized the truth. The pregnancy story was a fabrication to divert the Soldier’s attention.
May wiped my wet face with an expression even more frightened than my own.
But my anxious heart made me quickly grab her and ask.
“What happened? What about the Crown Prince?”
“Just as you said, my lady, Casio managed to cure the poison.”
At those words, I finally released the breath I’d been holding and sank down. Even if Auriel had swallowed the poison of his own accord, if he had truly died before my eyes, everything would have been ruined.
Yet even as May seemed relieved, she tilted her head in utter bewilderment.
“But what exactly is Casio’s identity? The renowned doctors all said there was no cure for that poison, yet Casio managed it. And how did you even know that, my lady?”
May seemed to have noticed that this was something impossible through ordinary medicine alone.
“Casio was originally a Priest at the Grand Cathedral. He knows how to use healing power.”
“What?! A Priest?”
May’s eyes widened in circles. I brought my index finger to her lips.
“This is something only we know.”
Holy power is not something one can keep as a private matter.
Of course, he couldn’t have cured the poison with only the holy power he possessed.
‘He awakened his Healer abilities, just like Docheop.’
He had certainly awakened as a Healer. And at a very high level at that.
“So he wasn’t merely a Doctor. Whatever the case, it’s an absolute blessing. If something had happened to the Crown Prince, you would have been stuck bearing the blame, my lady.”
May pressed her hand to her chest and squeezed my hand tightly. Then she glanced around and lowered her voice to ask.
“But my lady, I have something I’d like to ask… What exactly happened in that room? How did the Crown Prince come to ingest poison…?”
Bang! Before May could even finish speaking, the firmly closed door was wrenched open roughly.
At that sight, I grabbed May and whispered.
“May, find the Viscount. And tell him that the Northern Empire’s Crown Prince has appeared and that his identity is the Holy Church.”
“Yes? The Ho… Eek!”
Startled, May let out a shriek and stumbled backward. A Northern Empire Knight had seized her by the nape of the neck.
“Squeaking like a rat.”
“My lady!”
At the Knight’s roar, another Knight waiting outside entered and roughly grabbed May’s arm.
“Get out at once!”
“Don’t handle her like that!”
“My lady! I’m fine, so please rest comfortably here!”
And so May was driven out of the room.
Then the Knight stepped forward menacingly and made his threat.
“We’re only allowing the window because you’re pregnant.”
Yes. Thank you.
Thank you for permitting the window because of a pregnancy I never had.
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“Drying out humanity’s bloodline? What in the world are you talking about, Viscount Bloodmere?”
Nikolai’s bombshell declaration sent the conference hall into uproar. The Emperors of the Eastern and Southern Empires gasped in shock. But it was the Northern Emperor who spoke first.
“That’s preposterous. Even if the truth serum revealed their identities, Yohannes is locked away—how could the Holy Church possibly conspire with each other?”
In truth, Maximus, who had been secretly backing the Holy Church from the shadows, had no choice but to suppress this suspicion by any means. As he vehemently denied it, the Southern Emperor furrowed his brow and asked.
“Northern Emperor, can you clearly prove that the angel sealed in Seraphim’s Paradise is still there and hasn’t made contact with anyone?”
“Of course it is. I haven’t neglected security to the point of failing such basic oversight.”
Maximus spoke with confidence. Yet cold sweat continued to trickle down his spine.
“The matter is too grave to simply take your word for it. We must conduct a thorough investigation of Seraphim’s Paradise.”
“Are you attempting to insult me?”
“You seem anxious enough to frame it as an insult?”
“Western Emperor!”
The emperors’ voices clashed, and the conference hall descended into chaos. As the stalemate continued, fueled by mutual distrust, the Eastern Emperor finally pressed his forehead and declared.
“…This won’t do. Let us adjourn for now.”
The meeting was suspended to cool the overheated atmosphere.
In the interim, the Western Empire Emperor returned alone to his Study.
“Maximus—how do I properly rein in that cunning bastard?”
He muttered irritably, staring out the window. Maximus’s brazen attitude was deeply suspicious, yet he lacked a clear trump card to crush his arrogance immediately.
“You appear to have quite the headache, Your Majesty.”
A hushed voice emerged from the deep shadows of the Study. The Western Emperor flinched and turned his head as a man stepped smoothly forward.
It was Ludvin Hermann, the Marquis and master of Libra, the Western Empire’s premier intelligence network.
“Marquis Hermann.”
The Western Emperor’s brow narrowed. This unprecedented international conference, held in the Western Empire, had required enormous preparation and expense. From the honor guards of each nation’s emperor to the massive costs of preparing the conference hall and its stringent security, the Libra Guild had handled everything.
No matter how prosperous a great guild might be, a merchant would never pour time and capital into something without profit.
“I’ve been wanting to meet with you and ask—why did the guild take the initiative to oversee this conference? What exactly do you want?”
To the Emperor’s direct question, Ludvin answered with a sly smile.
“Aren’t the Empress and I cousins? Family helps each other in times of difficulty.”
“Family?”
The Emperor let out a deflated sound at the absurd word. He had never once received help under the guise of family.
Ludvin then smiled with the cunning of a fox.
“To speak frankly, what does an information broker want? To find a buyer who will pay the best price for information.”
“A buyer?”
It was a strange thing to say, but it was honest.
“I’ve poured a fortune into setting up this conference, and those precious coins of mine are about to turn to ash with no return. As an investor, I must recover my principal, mustn’t I?”
“So you’ve brought information to sell to me?”
“Of course. I’ve brought a truth so laden with the scent of gold that it will pierce through Your Majesty’s stubborn confusion in an instant. Shall we hear it?”

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